Yona Giovanni vs Carol Carter

Yona couldn't let her slip away; not when she had the potential to beat Yona if she got her momentum back. In response to her opponent's sudden retreat, Yona attempted to snatch her by the hair and pull her back towards her, hoping to get her in a fight headlock. She figured that a good way to humiliate an animal is to treat them like one, and she would surely do all she could to make her pay for earlier in the match. If successful, she'd immediately laugh psychotically, and taunt her, “What's wrong?! The little wolf stuck in a trap, ehh?! Guess you were just a sheep in wolves clothing.” She barked, prepared to sway her opponent's body side to side to tire her out some more, if all went according to plan.

Carol was slowly becoming less dazed as she crawled reaching out to grab the bottom rope before feeling a hand snatch her hair. Carol growled and kicked like a rabid animal as she was soon pulled into a tight headlock which annoyed her already, Yona's taunts simply poured gasoline onto a wildfire of savagery and barely controlled feral anger. Her opponent then began to sway Carol wasn't about to have any of this as she gripped her opponents arm digging her sharp claw like nails into her skin trying to get loose just enough. A moment passed and Carol managed to get just free enough to bite her opponent's arm, chomping down hard into her opponent's skin! Carol growled and shook her head like a wolf that had prey trapped in its jaws and Carol's prey at the moment was Yona's forearm.

Yona began to regain a bit of her confidence back, making her opponent look like a stupid animal, but she'd soon come to regret that, as she completely went feral. Carol swung around violently and quickly, trying to escape the hold—Yona being taken for a bit of a ride as she, herself, was also being pushed from side to side. She could barely even contain the woman, but it only got worse when the newbie slashed at her arms repeatedly with her claws. The brunette groaned in pain; her muscles beginning to reveal veins from the pressure. Despite that, the heel didn't plan to let go, not even if she tore her skin off, leaving only the flesh.
Well, in hindsight, it was easier said than done, Carol having far more energy than she imagined, even with a lack of oxygen. She certainly had the potential to be a great fighter someday, but that wasn't good for Yona. She'd have competition in the future, and she had to snuff it out now. That's when she recalled that they were locked in a cell together—might as well put it to good use.
However, all of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain on her wrist, different from that of claws, that barely got deep into her flesh. No, this pain was far stronger. The wild bitch had bitten her. It was an ironic thing to happen to her, as she tended to be the one that bit her opponents at times, but now, she was on the delivering end. It was as if Carol was karma playing a joke on her. Even so, the shock was enough to make her let go. Her eyes widened in fear, knowing she had slipped up big time, and tried to recover her lead—a hand reaching out for her hair.

At first Carol's clawing seemed to have an effect on her opponent even though it was small with her opponent groaning in pain. Feeling the pressure not let up Carol quickly changed to a different and feral tactic, a bite. Carol had a habit of biting opponents since she started wrestling, even biting sparing partners when she was still training.

Carol's teeth sank into her opponent's arm successfully, causing her opponent to let go! Carol breathed heavily for a moments until she felt her opponent's hand once again grabbing her hair. "Not this time bitch!" Carol said with a hiss before sending an elbow back at her opponent's chest to stun her. Carol was thinking quickly trying to decide what to do to her opponent, quickly deciding to go with something simple. Carol then grabbed her opponents arm before pulling, attempting to send Yona flying into the corner with an Irish whip.

The brunette bit down on her lip, blood seeping from the pressure; suddenly hit with an elbow to her chest. Yona was absolutely distraught that she had messed up against such a powerful opponent, but all the same, she was going to bet on herself. She had the experience, unlike any other, and wasn't going to be shown off by some newbie with, for all we knew, rabies.
Although, it meant switching up her fighting style, to stand a decent chance with such an aggressive fighter. Yona not even getting a single minute to react, Carol grabbing her dislocated arm, a soft groan escaping her lips, but, almost as a stroke of luck, Carol decided to send her running to the ropes—in the case that she was still in a daze, she probably would have gone along with it; the problem was, she wasn't.
She planted her boots firm on the canvas, instead attempting to fling Carol towards the turnbuckle. If successful, she'd grab her head and rub her face against the surface.

Carol's elbow connected with her opponent's chest something that surely would have driven some air out of her opponents. Carol needed to decide what to follow it up with quickly deciding on an Irish whip she grabbed Yona's arm. But instead of successfully flinging her dazed opponent into the corner Carol was instead the one flung during a firm reversal causing her to bump her head against the turnbuckle stunning her long enough to Yona to catch up and rub her face against it. Carol squirmed as her face was forcibly rubbed against the vinyl that barely covered the steel underneath.

Yona unleashed a barrage of unintelligible shouts, abruptly shifting her focus to a more aggressive approach. Instead of continuing her previous assault, she opted to slam Carol's head repeatedly into the turnbuckle. Her screams filled the air as her intent became clear. She aimed to inflict considerable damage, not only to retaliate against Carol for making her look bad leading up to her significant match against Renee but also to strategically target the nose, steering clear of the forehead.
The potential of breaking Carol's nose could serve as a valuable advantage in the ongoing brutal confrontation. As Yona shifted the dynamics in her favor, the surge of adrenaline drowned out her awareness of any subtle movements from her savage opponent.
"Who the FUCK do you think you are to think you could go toe-to-toe with me?! The fucking queen-heel of this place!!" She growled; her inner heel beginning to become present in her egotistical meltdown. Everyone shuttered in fear—her voice echoing throughout the stadium.

Carol's ears where filled with the sounds of Yona's yelling and shouting as her face was pressed and dragged against the turnbuckle until suddenly her face was pulled away and then slammed into the turnbuckle before the same thing happened repeatedly leaving Carol in a strange daze, the bitch tried breaking her nose to which thankfully didn't happen yet. Carol breathed heavily as Yona stopped to talk shit to her the crowd seeming distant. Hearing Yona talk and call herself superior angered Carol her hands grabbing and squeezing the ropes as her eyes narrowed becoming increasingly pissed until Carol snapped. Raising her leg she aimed to send a kick back at her opponent's knee to cause a bit of separation.

Carol then turned around quickly and attempted to tackle Yona to the ground letting out a primal sounded roar. If successful Carol would reign down punches and slashing with her nails in a fit of near psychotic rage as you could practically see the anger and malice in her eyes.

Yona reveled in the satisfaction of tormenting Carol, her aggression fueled by the desire to prove her dominance. However, the momentary lapse in her focus allowed Carol an opportunity to retaliate. Yona felt the impact of Carol's kick on her knee, causing her to stagger and create the opening Carol needed. Before she could fully recover, Yona found herself tackled to the ground, pinned beneath Carol's ferocious assault.
The brunette was fairly known for her weak guard, and the woman herself knew as well; her optimistic grin soon turned into that of fearful gritting of her teeth, aware that she was in for a bad time. The match hadn't even lasted an hour, but Carol had left an impact, showing that she was immediately, out of the gate, strong enough to rival an experienced heel such as Yona. It led the audience to look on in amazement, cheering and booing the savage wrestler.
However, Yona wasn't going to take such defiance lying down—well, when an opportunity came around, to be specific. As expected, Carol wasn't going to give her opponent a single second to retaliate, overwhelming her with ferocious speed, and mad strength. Yona had her arms protecting her face, but in with that, she could feel her wrists going cold, and fairly numb, the pain reverberating throughout her upper body. She let out a long, sharp roar out agony—blood jumping out at the face of her opponent, and herself. It was a complete carnage, Yona's face and breast area soiled in her own fluids. Yet, the monster didn't stop, continuing to slash away. The brunette had never faced someone so much more merciless than herself, not even Renee Steinhauser. She didn't know a thing about this woman, and how she reached this point of invincibility, but what she did know was that she had to get rid of her immediately. Yona decided to risk her body, suddenly moving her arm to reach out for her neck.
It was something she hated to admit, but she was feeling far more overwhelmed than she expected to be. She had made it this far, and if she went down here and now, she'd never be able to be taken seriously in the industry ever again. She wanted to choke her; she really did want to throw her off of her, and absolutely destroy her opponent. Anger mixed with fear took her, engulfing her heart. She was going to tame the wolf, and finally claim the win—from her experience, to deal with such a fast, violent fighter, she'd have to either put her into submissive or catch her by surprise, and choking her might just be the best option.

Carol's punches and slashes reigned down upon her opponent, Carol's rage was on fully display as her opponent began to bleed but didn't stop, showing no mercy or any kind, though deep down the violence was starting to turn Carol on a bit. Though Carol's attack only only got more brutal as Yona reached an arm up allowing the wolf themed heel to land a sickening right blow on her opponent's cheek though Carol quickly stopped after this snatching Yona's wrist before she could choke her. "Only time you're going to choke me is in bed sweetheart" Carol said with an evil grin quickly reaching for Yona's other wrist and pinning them above her head. Carol then attempted to lay atop of Yona pressing them together. "Thanks for letting me blow off some steam" Carol joked. "Though beating the shit out of you really turned me on" Carol said before surprisingly and suddenly kissing Yona letting her tongue invade the woman's mouth